Shelter Me
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They say you can't go home again, and I suppose they're right.
As a kid I never understood what that meant. It was like hearing "why did the chicken cross the road?" when you're too young to understand it, and then never really appreciating the joke. I thought to myself, of course you can go back home. Home's always there.
What it means, of course, is that home isn't a place. It's a feeling. And once that feeling's gone, there's no getting it back.
And then, there's people who never had it in the first place.
I started thinking about this because of Marissa, but I started to wonder if maybe, in some way, it applied to Mark too.
As it turned out, no one really knew that much about him. The rumor mill was working double-time now, but the only thing they discovered was that he'd apparently crammed fifty years' worth of life experience into approximately ten years of actual life. It was possible that some of his stories were true, but there was nothing to corroborate any of them. Even his own parents - according to what they'd told Mrs. Moore - weren't really sure what he'd been doing with his life since he left them, except leaving a trail of broken hearts and ruined innocence behind him.
I realized we'd never know why, of all the lives he ruined, Mari was the only one he married. Maybe he had seen something in her that he didn't expect. A chance at redemption. Maybe he really had loved her, in his own way. But he didn't love her enough to change. Maybe he couldn't.
I didn't forgive him, exactly. But I couldn't waste any more energy on hating him.
Not that he was mine to forgive.
None of us would ever know why he did what he did, and maybe it was just a stupid question to ask, after all.
Maybe the chicken just crossed the road to get to the other side.
***
"Hey, you."
I looked up to the sound of her voice, from where I was sitting, cross-legged on the floor of my brand new, empty store with a half-assembled bike on my lap.
"Hi," I said, tilting my head up for a kiss. She went and hoisted herself up on the counter, swinging her legs in front of the huge WE RESERVE THE RIGHT TO REFUSE SERVICE TO ANYONE sign. It was still there from the previous owners. I'd intended on taking it down, but the more I thought about it, the more I wondered if leaving it up there might be the best idea.
Mr. Harris poked his head out from the back room, holding a box of assorted parts. "Jacob, I'm headed out to Janie's graduation - oh, hi, Marissa."
"Hi." She gave him a little wave, smiling, and he smiled back. He'd been all smiles since he started helping set up the business.
Mari was swinging her legs, her heels tapping gently against the underside of the counter.
"How was your appointment?" I set down a ratchet and then picked it up again, trying to decipher the strange hand-drawn instructions that had come with this particular kit.
"Pretty good," she said. "She had me write a letter."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah." Marissa pulled a piece of paper out of her pocket, unfolding it as she spoke. "It's supposed to help me, you know, come to terms with everything. It's a letter to me, as a kid, knowing what I know now. Like, what I'd say to myself, I guess. If I was the caretaker I never had."
Mari had been going to therapy for several weeks now. Her parents had finally conceded that it was a good idea, after everything that happened, and it was remarkable to watch all the little changes in her as she slowly, slowly began to crawl out of her shell. Today, she even had a little clip in her hair, holding it back from falling over her face. Her cheeks had more color in them, and her smiles now came so much more easily that I'd almost forgotten what it used to be like.
Even with all the changes, she still had a long road ahead of her. I knew that, and she of course knew it too - much better than I did. I still marveled at her strength, and her grace, having come through everything that happened with a quiet sense of dignity still intact.
As for us, we were taking it slow. She had no desire to rush into anything, and neither did I. I was still living at home, to help out with Sara and until my business got off the ground enough to afford my own place. But Marissa had started doing a little work part-time, walking dogs and pet-sitting around the town, being a mother's helper for a few of the busy working moms nearby. Pretty soon, she'd have enough money to get her own apartment. The rental market in Hobb's Vale wasn't exactly competitive. I figured once she had it, I'd offer to move in and help out with the rent. It just seemed like the right thing to do.
We'd started going to a different church, a few towns away, without all the memories. It was a different sort of church, where the pastor talked a little more about love and acceptance and a little less about what might send you to hell. Nobody knew us there. Not yet, anyway. Our parents occasionally passed along messages that people missed us, but they understood. I think everyone did. It was a little strange and a little thrilling - stepping into a congregation of people who just saw us as a young couple, starting our lives together. For all they knew, we always had been. When we were there, we could almost pretend the past never happened.
"I have to get over to Mrs. Harper's," she said after a few minutes, sliding down off the counter. "She needs help with the baby. I'll see you later tonight, okay?"
"Okay," I said. "Love you."
"Love you too."
The letter was still folded up on the counter.
"Hey," I said, nodding my head towards it. "Did you want me to read that?"
She shrugged. "You can if you want to." She pushed the door open. "Bye."
Once I was finished assembling the bike, I got up and walked over to the counter. The paper was folded up so tightly that I had to be careful not to rip it.
Dear Little Marissa,
I know things were always hard for you, and I know you feel guilty. But you don't need to feel guilty anymore. You don't need to feel like a burden anymore. I'll protect you, and I won't let anything bad happen to you.
Some people are just born under a dark cloud, honey, and you're one of them. We've learned the hard way that it doesn't matter what kind of act you put on, everyone knows. Everybody can see it. They don't like it, maybe because it makes them feel sad, or maybe because it reminds them of things they'd rather forget.
I know you're tired, always thinking ahead to the worst case scenario. You keep telling yourself that if you imagine it, it won't come true. You gather your worries around you like talismans. You won't let anybody take them away from you.
I'm here to tell you it's okay, because I understand. I'm not going to tell you that need to stop doing what you're doing, because I know it makes you feel safe. But I'm hoping I can make you feel a little safer.
Nothing that happens is your fault. You're just a kid, trying to make sense of things. It's not your fault that your mom looks at you like you're some alien devil spawn who will never make any sense. It's not your fault that your dad almost never looks you in the eye. It's not your fault that everybody pushes around you like you're a nuisance, an inconvenience, a drain on their precious time and resources and just not worth dealing with. It's not your fault, and those people are wrong.
I'm going to tell you something important now. Jacob, that boy you like so much, eventually it's going to work out between you two. It's going to be a long, hard road to get there, trust me. It's going to take forever. You're going to get hurt, and you're going to hurt him. But that's okay, because it's going to be worth it in the end. I promise you, it will.
He's going to be the shelter from the storm that you never had before.
Just hang in there, okay?
Everything's going to be all right.
About the Author
Mina Bennett is a young author who, drawing on her own experiences, creates compelling stories about finding love and coming of age. Her characters struggle to come to terms with their past and find their future. She invites you to take the journey along with them, as they discover that the answers they
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